"I'm about to lose my mind..."
Like seriously. On the way home today i kept laughing in the car and my mum thought i was high. "have you been drinking?" lool.
"blame it on the BOOZE. blame it on the alcohol..."
Dude, if im like this without alcohol, i wonder what i'll be WITH. heh. After spm... Sabar kau nik.
"i feel sad, i feel like running through the wall..."
I am sleepy. I am tired. I am mentally tired from doing that mentally challenging add maths paper. AND I HAVE PHYSICS TOMORROW. Great. Another mentally challenging paper.
Calm down nikki. One week. Three subjects.
"if i never see your face again, i don't mind..."
At ALL. Seriously. I'll be all "GOOD RIDDANCE"
It won't be soon before long. -maroon5.
*sidenote*
If asked me about two years ago if i thought adam lavigne was hot, i would yell 'NO HE'S FRIKKIN OLD' in your face and run off. Now, i think twice before answering.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I can't tell :|
THE RAMBLINGS OF SOMEONE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HERSELF
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sunday, October 17, 2010
a aesop's fable
aesop's fables are a whole lot of stories in one book. these stories are short and easy to understand therefore little kids are encouraged to read 'em. each story has a morale valae to it and i shall share one of the stories that REALLY stuck with me until now.
Mum - m
John (the son of Mum) - j
John was a little boy growing up raised by a single mother. one day when j came back from school, he showed his mother a stolen pencil. m didnt do anything. instead she just smiled. the next day j stole another pencil. the next week he stole a watch. the week after that, j stole a book. nearly all his classmates and teachers have had something stolen from them by j.
when j reached the age of 18, his mother could no longer protect him for he his no longer a child. therefore the people of the town decided to execute him for stealing all of their belonging, (yea sorry my memory is kinda sketchy, BUT HERE COMES THE MORALE VALUEEE) by hanging till pronounced dead.
At his execution, m came to pay her last respects before he died.
j: mother!
m:(crying)
j:aww mothe, dont cry. here come here for my arms are tied. i need to whisper u something. something very important
m:(leans near her son)
m lets out an EAR PIERCING SCREAM while clutching her hand to the side of her head. people gasped in horror as blood spilled down the side of her head and from between his teeth, j spat out his mothers ear
the people began to drag him up the ramp to where he was going to be hanged. all the while, j was screaming at the top of his lungs : MOTHER. IF YOU HAD STOPPED ME, TOLD ME I WAS WRONG THE VERY FIRST TIME I SHOWED YOU THAT STOLEN PENCIL, I WOULD NOT HAVE BITTEN YOUR EAR OFF TODAY
but of course no one cared, j died and m? lets leave that to your imagination ok? ;)
p/s : if u guys have read this story before, so sorry it sounds so.. different. i kinda improvised cause i didnt really remember all the exact details. :p
Mum - m
John (the son of Mum) - j
John was a little boy growing up raised by a single mother. one day when j came back from school, he showed his mother a stolen pencil. m didnt do anything. instead she just smiled. the next day j stole another pencil. the next week he stole a watch. the week after that, j stole a book. nearly all his classmates and teachers have had something stolen from them by j.
when j reached the age of 18, his mother could no longer protect him for he his no longer a child. therefore the people of the town decided to execute him for stealing all of their belonging, (yea sorry my memory is kinda sketchy, BUT HERE COMES THE MORALE VALUEEE) by hanging till pronounced dead.
At his execution, m came to pay her last respects before he died.
j: mother!
m:(crying)
j:aww mothe, dont cry. here come here for my arms are tied. i need to whisper u something. something very important
m:(leans near her son)
m lets out an EAR PIERCING SCREAM while clutching her hand to the side of her head. people gasped in horror as blood spilled down the side of her head and from between his teeth, j spat out his mothers ear
the people began to drag him up the ramp to where he was going to be hanged. all the while, j was screaming at the top of his lungs : MOTHER. IF YOU HAD STOPPED ME, TOLD ME I WAS WRONG THE VERY FIRST TIME I SHOWED YOU THAT STOLEN PENCIL, I WOULD NOT HAVE BITTEN YOUR EAR OFF TODAY
but of course no one cared, j died and m? lets leave that to your imagination ok? ;)
p/s : if u guys have read this story before, so sorry it sounds so.. different. i kinda improvised cause i didnt really remember all the exact details. :p
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